The education of motherhood is a tireless journey. It takes no vacations, it doesn’t sleep, and it never stops. Sometimes I feel like a boat on the waters of motherhood - we have our calm times, a few big storms, some rolling waves and sometimes an all out tidal wave. The various conditions come and go as quickly as the waves to the shore and just as constant too.
Take the last 15 minutes for example. We’re sitting down for a nice family dinner. Dad cooked ribs and mom added some mixed veggies and stuffing to round it out. My 4 year old son is a real stinker about eating. He’ll eat almost any meat as long as it’s solo on the plate - and it’s all he’ll eat. He dug into the ribs with no problem, but when mom insisted that he eat some veggies (you see she’d determined he was old enough for mom to start pushing the issue) the resistance was instant and swift. Mom held her ground. She told him he couldn’t get up from the table until he ate the four small carrot slices dad put on his plate.
“I no like them” was the repeated response.
Mom’s retort, “I didn’t ask if you liked them, I told you you had to eat them.”
Reluctantly he put the first one in his mouth. Mom smiles enjoying her victory. The boy responds by making the most terrible facial expressions while chewing to ensure no question of his misery. Mom and dad were trying hard not to show their fits of laughter inside. (Incidentally, this is one of the hardest parts of parenthood for which is there is no adequate training or warning.) Just as mom was about to tell him not to make such a big deal out of it he started gagging. The next thing he shared was a stream of puke onto his lap.
Sister screams and declares the gross factor - because clearly she is under the assumption an announcement was necessary and beneficial to all present. Dad tells her THAT doesn’t help and proceeds to undress the boy. Mom starts with the dreaded cleaning task and wisely gives a quick word of warning to the girl that this is clearly not funny and any attempts to repeat it would be a bad idea. (Mom knows her daughter.)
Sister gives a sly smile which brings on an addition from dad, “And besides, when you’re big enough you have to clean up your own mess.”
This brought on a wave of indignation with her questioning if she now would have to clean up her own throw up if she got sick. To which mom replies affirmative and explains that it’s why we make it to the toilet when we get older.
The boy throws in the final jab before leaving the table to wash his hands:
“I told you the carrots make me puke.”
Dad eeks out a snort of laughter before getting it under control. Mom attempts at damage control by pointing out it’s not the carrots that made him puke but rather his dramatic gagging ploy. But this battle is already lost.
Moments later the girl pipes up:
“Mom you, should SO blog this.”
Mom looks at dad and says that clearly if her 9 year old daughter responds with instruction to “blog this” mom spends too much time blogging. Dad laughs and says it’s true. Then mom says the fitting end would be for dad to blog the fact that the 9 year old would tell her mom to blog as obviously her job is to blog the puking incident.
And there you have it folks. Lesson #1 - Don’t force your kid to eat their veggies unless you want to clean up puke. Lesson #2 - Never think for a moment you’re not spending too much time blogging.
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